i hate myself.
i hate myself.
i hate myself.
i hate myself.
i hate myself.
i hate myself.
i hate myself.
i hate myself.
i hate myself.
i hate myself.
i hate myself.
i hate myself.
i hate myself.
i hate myself.
i hate myself.
i hate myself.
i hate myself.
i hate myself.
i hate myself.
put it in the past. put it in the past. put it in the past.
you're not good enough you're not good enough you're not good enough
red wine and sad films help me get back to your arms. cheap sex and sleeping pills help me get back where i belong.
thursday 01.23.03 | 7:14 pm
i'm sorry, body.
Yeah. My head hurts. It feels so heavy. And every time I eat I feel like I'm about to yak. And walking to the closest class I have makes me want to pass out because it feels like all my muscles are slowly giving out on me, rejecting me. And there are a number of things wrong with my body. It's clear that my body is very, very angry with me.
I'm sorry, body.
And there's a lot of schoolwork on my mind but all I can think of is when is the next minute I get to relax and sit down or lay down and sleep? I napped twice today. I slept through most of oceanography and slept after office hours.
I'm going home this weekend. I am going to watch lots of television and sip tea and eat tea cookies and nap as much as I can and bask in the loveliness.
tuesday? 01.21.03 | 2:24 pm
i hate you, body.
ha. ha. ha. haaaaaaa.
just kidding. i'm not really feeling better. in fact, i got worse. a lot worse. the better spat was just a joke my body was playing on me.
i was trying to write a paper and i got cold and nobody was here and i couldn't move. so i just sat there and waited for scarlett to come back. she came an hour later than she said.
and then i got hot. so i asked my ra for a thermometer and and then my nice dormies took me to the emergency room.
then i felt better. and cold. and they pumped me full of antibiotics.
and then i came home and fell right asleep.
woke up with chills. that turned to heat.
and the bed was rolling around.
but now i'm less tired and more uppity. i can actually get up without feeling like i'm about to pass out.
i have a kidney infection.
that sounds a lot worse than it is?
bye bye bye bye bye
"don't go and die, okay?"
"what if she dies when i go to class?"
ha. ha. ha.
my body thinks it's very funny.
i had a paper due today. i have an art project due tomorrow. i missed 2 classes already. i hate you, body. you're fucking with my school dynamic.
funny how you always take your health for granted.
monday 01.20.03 | 6:40 pm
ahpoopoo.
hi. that's me in bed. i've been doing a lot of that lately. i just got my egg crate for my mattress and it is heavenly.
but other than that, i've been dreadful sick. last night i was a shivering and a shaking and my hands were going numb. then i fell asleep and woke up feeling hot. dreadful hot, take-off-your-shirt hot. i woke up and thought it was over. but then i laid down again and was a shivering again. then the heat came back again.
then i got my ass up and took some pills, drank some water, and rubbed rubbing alcohol on my hands...(melody said her mom did that when she was little...?) i turned on the fan, i opened the window, i took a shower.
i think i'm doing better. i missed my mommy today. she always takes care of me. and today i was all alone until teejay came. he brought me ice cream. and then i chewed on ice! ice ice ice. ice ice ice.
okay. time to start wailing on all that homework i have due tomorrow. but every time i walk into the bathroom i am grossed out by the smell of vomit and the hamburger helper looking stuff laying all over the toilet.